Listen to the sound bites of your neighbors

Through the paper thin walls

Making variations on their stories

Told with southern drawls

Look into the dustbin

Pick through rubbish

Finding clues to bare

Ponder their discussion

Noshed oh muffins

Torn up papers spared

If you value your own skin

Stop yourself from listening in

Lovelorn letters

Tarred and feathered

We are on display

Private lives

Have all been scattered

Mysteries gone away

Following traces for disgraces

You have crossed the line

Walking in shadows searching

Secret places it's a sign

You've got ears but so have I

Listen close as you walk by

Sticking your ears

Into affairs of others has a price

The stakes are higher than you think

It's time to roll the dice

Won't be so lucky this time around

You'll disappear not a trace to be found